Seeing that Lin Zhixiu didn't mention anything about Lin Zhirong and Shen Jing, she couldn't take the initiative to bring it up, as if she didn't care about it...

After dawdling for a while, he left.

———— Yan Mansion, Mrs. Yan’s illness has recovered.

But Lin Jiangwan was sick. It was more of a mental illness than a physical illness.

In the room where she was alone, she stared at the top of the bed, wondering why this day was so painful.

————The second room of the Lin family, the yard has been much quieter these two days, because Lin Zhixuan was in the house figuring out how to make clothes and how to wear jewelry.

The fabric was wrapped around her body, and the jewelry was stuck on her head. She heard about Qiu Lie at the birthday banquet. And she heard that the Lin family girl might go this year, so she secretly told Lin Zhifang at that time,

She wants to go too.

Lin Zhifang promised that if her grandmother really asked her to take her sisters there, she would try to get her a post.

Lin Zhixuan couldn't tell that this was a perfunctory statement, but took it as the truth. She was already thinking about what to wear for autumn hunting.

Lin Song didn't leave the house, he was sick.

At first, Mingyue was not allowed to tell the old lady. After staying up for a few days, he developed a fever, but he didn't say anything. Then, it suddenly became serious.

Mingyue hurriedly went to tell the old lady, and the old lady was stunned.

I quickly invited a doctor to come, and even took medicine and acupuncture to control the fever, but I suddenly couldn't stand it anymore, my breath was dying, and I couldn't get out of bed.

I couldn't fall asleep or wake up. My chest was rising and falling slightly, and I just kept going.

The old doctor had read it to him for many years, and this time he read it carefully again. Finally, he shook his head with the old lady.

"There is nothing I can do. I know your uncle, I have seen him for so many years. You have also consulted Dr. Zhang, and he has the same idea as me. Uncle Lin is already weak, and a minor illness may cause him to relapse."

I can’t come here, so I can only be pampered on weekdays. Now, I’m afraid it’s not good. Sigh..."

"Doctor, please think of something," Mrs. Lin Er begged.

"I'm afraid it's going to take a lot of precious medicinal materials! That's just a lot of money...and even if he recovers this time, I'm afraid he'll be..."

"You don't have to worry about this, I just want him to live." The old lady burst into tears.

"Then... then this medicine is really not cheap. Ordinary medicinal materials may not be good. Even old ginseng will take hundreds of years... In this way, there may be a glimmer of hope. Otherwise, it will not last ten days..."

"A hundred-year-old ginseng..." the old lady gritted her teeth, "Just give me the prescription!" Even if we sell our house and property, we must save him!

The old doctor had no choice but to prescribe a prescription.

When I took a quick look, I saw that it was full of ginseng, deer antler, and Ganoderma lucidum.

The old doctor said, "Others are fine, but for this ginseng, the older it is, the better the effect will be. In my opinion, old lady, you should do your best and obey the destiny. Even if you lose everything, you may not be able to... Don't think that I speak harshly."

.”

The old lady said, "I know you are thinking about me, but if he can't survive, this family will be over."

The old doctor shook his head, and the young apprentice carried the medicine box on his back and walked away on crutches.

The old lady took the prescription and looked desperately at her eldest grandson lying on the bed and consuming it.

Suddenly there was a sound of laughter outside, and she asked in a trembling voice, "What is she doing?"

The old grandma went out for a while and came back, "Miss, please hire a tailor to make clothes."

The old lady was so desperate that she wished she could die immediately.

In fact, the author of this article did some research and found that the most powerful ginseng is seven or eight years old. No matter how long it takes, it just...is what it is? It should be woody, which means it has become a tree.

The efficacy of the medicine is weakened.

But if it’s only seven or eight years old, it doesn’t seem unusual. So I might as well make it a hundred years old!
Chapter completed!